"Her Kind" by Anne Sexton
I have gone out a possessed witch
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming of evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman quite.
I have been her kind.
*Playing with the anaphora by keeping it the same made me think within the confines of the form. After doing a sign inventory on this poem, the specific form and lapse in form seems vital to this poem, so I kept it in my improv.
I have ridden shotgun a dressed Barbie doll
seeking trophies and funnel cakes, chubbier than most;
dreaming beauty, I have done my call
around the dirty fairgrounds, post by post:
sexy little thing, eyelashed, teased, out of mind.
A girl that goes from coast to coast.
I have been her kind.
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